Running through a track in a public park in behind my apartment,
Cores of illuminations surfaces into the darkness, as the sun sets, dusks showers, and darkness seeps from shadows.
Darker the night broods, the crispier and sharper the light becomes, piercing through corneas.
They come through even when you let your eyelids fall down, tired from running all this time.
And when the ultimate light starts approaching the horizon,
Dutifully, silently, the sparks hide themselves within cloaks of the glorious light, solemnly keeping their positions.
For when the time of need comes again,
They shall arise.
7.6.2019
Ralph with Coffee 